Rose's body trembled as the cold air pierced her bones. Her btrench coat couldn't resist the wind that blew from the sea a few meters ahead. If only she could have foreseen an incident like this, she would have worn a thicker winter jacket.
She walked faster while tightening her coat, ignoring the chill in her body. For several minutes following, the visible tire tracks on the snow-covered road made her impatient. She wanted to find a black Van immediately—time was precious now—afraid the bandits would hurt her cousin, Keira. But, after passing several warehouses, he didn't see the car.
The soundlessness in that place made Rose's fear begin to appear again.
What if this place is haunted?
He doesn't like creepy things—like ghosts. So, throughout her life, she rarely watched horror movies.